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A life-saving straw.
The doctor in front of you is the only life-saving straw. He knows that the doctor is a liar, and everything will be fine if he deceived him, and he can still be expected to deceive him in the future. It is not as serious as deceiving him, but...what if?
In case.
The desire for survival began to burn in the bottom of my eyes, calmly, but hidden turbulent dark tide, "But I will get better."
He heard his own voice and tried to stay calm, but there was a trembling that couldn't be suppressed, although he himself didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't understand what situation he was facing. Since he is in the hospital, the only way to get out of the trouble is: Get well, is that right?
Andrew had to raise his head, and then he saw the dumb eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, but could not see the slightest light. He searched hard, but couldn't capture any breath of life, that kind of magnificent nothingness, terribly hollow, as if... as if he was strangling the soul with his own hands.
This caused his words to choke, whirled on the tip of his tongue, and Yu Xin could not bear to avoid his sight again, but out of his sight, he could see the fragile shoulders, the tight muscles, and the confusion bursting out from all over his body. Surprised, at a loss, and angry, silent, but through the clouds and cracked rocks.
He is sentenced to death for a man.
"Right?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again. His voice was very calm, or even too calm, like a glacier beneath the ground, not even a slight breeze, and that gentle voice was so light. It seems to be broken at the touch of a touch, even a little bit of force is unbearable.
Andrew's heart couldn't help but shrink, as if the rope of hope was held in his palm. As long as a slight force was applied, the rope would cut directly, and then watched him fall into the endless darkness. This made Andrew's words involuntarily stuck in his throat, as if swallowing a large mouthful of sand, so jerky and painful.
He avoided his sight and pretended to write something in the report, only to find that this action was meaningless. He could only raise his hands uncomfortably, "If you want to find someone to talk to... Our hospital has some excellent ones. Social workers and psychology experts, they are experts in psychological counseling and can provide some help."
The doctor avoided his sight again, the doctor avoided the topic again, and the doctor avoided contact again.
He finally understood, that's how it was. As a result, the shoulders rallied again, but they failed. Sitting on the spot with a blank face, the brain stopped the movement, the blood stopped flowing, and even the breathing stopped fluctuating.
Time, at this moment, stopped like this, as if a colorful butterfly stopped on the tip of your finger, then time pulled the color away bit by bit, and finally the painting was black and white, heartbreaking.
"card!"
Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set, and his throat was so hard that he almost coughed. He stood up and wanted to say something, but the bitterness of his mouth made no sound at all. He had to open his mouth and breathe, the depression and despair of breathlessness filled the whole set.
It's not sad or painful. He doesn't want to cry at all, but it's just dull, so dull that makes people panic, and so dull that it makes people want to escape, just wants to turn around and leave here, breathe a little fresh air, just like with his own eyes. I have witnessed the color world degenerate into a black and white space, beating my chest, covering my nose and mouth, making sound suffocated, unable to move, but my chest is scorching hot.
I want to do something, but I don't know what to do.
Until this moment, Jonathan really felt: what is called cancer.
When standing from the standpoint of the bystander, people always have the illusion that it is just something, so why bother to make a fuss:
It was just a swear word, and there was no knife or gun; it was just a text message, and there was no personal injury; it was just a failure, not the end of the world; it was just cancer, not death on the spot.
Because this happened to other people, I still didn't feel the same, I always guessed the feelings of others with my own thoughts, and then felt, "It's not a big deal, if I encountered it, it would definitely not be like this." Therefore, people like to stand on the commanding heights, speak condescendingly, and show mercy and criticism.
The same is true for cancer.
Everyone knows that cancer is terrible, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer an incurable disease. When you learn that other people have cancer, you will feel very heavy and sad, but after all Can't feel the pain of skin-cutting. Even the closest friend, the closest lover, and the dearest relatives are no exception.
Because that is not true.
But just now, at this moment, Jonathan felt the shock of "cancer" so truly.
That is cancer, cancer that can destroy a person’s life. Even though there are relatively effective control drugs now, even if a small number of people are cured now, it is still cancer, which represents the cancer of the death sickle. The real touch makes the blood become cold and cold, as if the whole world can be clearly seen falling apart.
Even Jonathan, who is standing behind the monitor, can't bear it, let alone Andrew, who plays the role of the opponent?
Jonathan turned around, and then saw that everyone in the crew turned aside their eyes and pretended to look at other places. There was a sense of sourness that couldn't be vented in the calm and gentle atmosphere. Even Will is no exception.
Originally, Jonathan wanted to ask Will what was his mental activity at the time? Did Lan Li's performance meet expectations? But now, Will's actions are the best answer. There is no need to ask questions at all. Jonathan can feel the fluctuations in his heart from Will's mixed look.
As a result, Jonathan retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Lan Li, cleared his throat, and said, "Let’s change another angle and shoot again." This is equivalent to saying that he passed the one shot just now. .
"Wait." However, Lan Li uttered aloud to prevent the crew from taking the next action, which made everyone's eyes fall on Lan Li one after another.
Lan Li was sitting in the chair, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.
In the short scene just now, the emotions were too turbulent, and he almost couldn't breathe. The realism that broke time and space was so real that everything was out of control.
He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was Chu Jiashu.
The nightmare struck once again, and the long ten years were still like toxins, deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, and never disappeared. Without freedom, no hope, no sunshine, or even darkness, no despair, no sorrow, he didn't even have the courage to sever himself. Poor, pathetic, but also ridiculous.
Even if Jonathan interrupted the shooting and interrupted his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the coldness deep into his bones. He kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, and he had got rid of the entanglement of nightmare, but his muscles It was still terribly stiff, and almost lost the feeling.
Finally, the fingers moved lightly, which made him exhale a long sigh. The real sense of reality warmed the blood again, and he felt his limbs again.
"Can I look back at the performance just now?" Lan Li's voice was a little hoarse and a little deep. It sounded very calm, but there were too many emotions hidden, making it impossible to distinguish.
Jonathan looked at Seth. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this requirement-for comedy, they would not dig out the details of the performance, but rather control the rhythm of the performance. Therefore, if the rhythm of the live experience is correct, there is no problem. Jonathan rarely watches the replay.
After getting an affirmative answer from Seth, Jonathan shrugged and affirmed, "Why not?"
Lan Li didn't stand up immediately. He seemed to be adapting to his body. This familiar and unfamiliar feeling was like breathing again after drowning. He had to breathe spontaneously, as if he had forgotten how to breathe through his nose.
It took a while ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li stood up, and the slightly warmed blood was flowing in his limbs, but still did not completely relieve the stiffness of the muscles, which made his movements a bit awkward, like a robot.
Under the incomprehensible eyes of Jonathan, Seth and others, Lan Li walked to the back of the monitor, and then began to watch the replay of the performance just now.
In fact, this performance is not long, from beginning to end, it is only 70 seconds. Moreover, this is not a long shot in the end. Jonathan arranged four cameras to capture images with different angles and different depths of field, and then Add close-up and close-up shots to complete the entire seventy-second plot.
The replay ended soon.
Jonathan couldn't help but raised his eyebrows again, even if he watched it again, he still felt extremely shocked. The exquisite performance that goes deep into the bones of the bone, has a powerful ability to explain, does not need too much interpretation, the story plot is already in front of you, this performance skill is indeed impressive.
Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Lanly also interspersed some small humor in the performance, such as, "Did you speak English just now?" In fact, lines like this often appear in comedies to mock each other. Speaking too professionally, it is sometimes used to laugh at the otaku who likes superhero comics; another example is that self-deprecating smile and dumbfounded eyes, such small details are really awesome!
Jonathan really liked the performance just now. The style was a little dramatic, but it was just right.
"No, I don't like it." However, Lan Li's words came in his ear, and Jonathan's smile couldn't help stiffening. He frowned and looked at Lan Li in amazement, "What?"
Jonathan thought he was hearing a hallucination.
Unexpectedly, Lan Li shook his head again and said categorically, "This performance is too bad."
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A life-saving straw.
The doctor in front of you is the only life-saving straw. He knows that the doctor is a liar, and everything will be fine if he deceived him, and he can still be expected to deceive him in the future. It is not as serious as deceiving him, but...what if?
In case.
The desire for survival began to burn in the bottom of my eyes, calmly, but hidden turbulent dark tide, "But I will get better."
He heard his own voice and tried to stay calm, but there was a trembling that couldn't be suppressed, although he himself didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't understand what situation he was facing. Since he is in the hospital, the only way to get out of the trouble is: Get well, is that right?
Andrew had to raise his head, and then he saw the dumb eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, but could not see the slightest light. He searched hard, but couldn't capture any breath of life, that kind of magnificent nothingness, terribly hollow, as if... as if he was strangling the soul with his own hands.
This caused his words to choke, whirled on the tip of his tongue, and Yu Xin could not bear to avoid his sight again, but out of his sight, he could see the fragile shoulders, the tight muscles, and the confusion bursting out from all over his body. Surprised, at a loss, and angry, silent, but through the clouds and cracked rocks.
He is sentenced to death for a man.
"Right?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again. His voice was very calm, or even too calm, like a glacier beneath the ground, not even a slight breeze, and that gentle voice was so light. It seems to be broken at the touch of a touch, even a little bit of force is unbearable.
Andrew's heart couldn't help but shrink, as if the rope of hope was held in his palm. As long as a slight force was applied, the rope would cut directly, and then watched him fall into the endless darkness. This made Andrew's words involuntarily stuck in his throat, as if swallowing a large mouthful of sand, so jerky and painful.
He avoided his sight and pretended to write something in the report, only to find that this action was meaningless. He could only raise his hands uncomfortably, "If you want to find someone to talk to... Our hospital has some excellent ones. Social workers and psychology experts, they are experts in psychological counseling and can provide some help."
The doctor avoided his sight again, the doctor avoided the topic again, and the doctor avoided contact again.
He finally understood, that's how it was. As a result, the shoulders rallied again, but they failed. Sitting on the spot with a blank face, the brain stopped the movement, the blood stopped flowing, and even the breathing stopped fluctuating.
Time, at this moment, stopped like this, as if a colorful butterfly stopped on the tip of your finger, then time pulled the color away bit by bit, and finally the painting was black and white, heartbreaking.
"card!"
Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set, and his throat was so hard that he almost coughed. He stood up and wanted to say something, but the bitterness of his mouth made no sound at all. He had to open his mouth and breathe, the depression and despair of breathlessness filled the whole set.
It's not sad or painful. He doesn't want to cry at all, but it's just dull, so dull that makes people panic, and so dull that it makes people want to escape, just wants to turn around and leave here, breathe a little fresh air, just like with his own eyes. I have witnessed the color world degenerate into a black and white space, beating my chest, covering my nose and mouth, making sound suffocated, unable to move, but my chest is scorching hot.
I want to do something, but I don't know what to do.
Until this moment, Jonathan really felt: what is called cancer.
When standing from the standpoint of the bystander, people always have the illusion that it is just something, so why bother to make a fuss:
It was just a swear word, and there was no knife or gun; it was just a text message, and there was no personal injury; it was just a failure, not the end of the world; it was just cancer, not death on the spot.
Because this happened to other people, I still didn't feel the same, I always guessed the feelings of others with my own thoughts, and then felt, "It's not a big deal, if I encountered it, it would definitely not be like this." Therefore, people like to stand on the commanding heights, speak condescendingly, and show mercy and criticism.
The same is true for cancer.
Everyone knows that cancer is terrible, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer an incurable disease. When you learn that other people have cancer, you will feel very heavy and sad, but after all Can't feel the pain of skin-cutting. Even the closest friend, the closest lover, and the dearest relatives are no exception.
Because that is not true.
But just now, at this moment, Jonathan felt the shock of "cancer" so truly.
That is cancer, cancer that can destroy a person’s life. Even though there are relatively effective control drugs now, even if a small number of people are cured now, it is still cancer, which represents the cancer of the death sickle. The real touch makes the blood become cold and cold, as if the whole world can be clearly seen falling apart.
Even Jonathan, who is standing behind the monitor, can't bear it, let alone Andrew, who plays the role of the opponent?
Jonathan turned around, and then saw that everyone in the crew turned aside their eyes and pretended to look at other places. There was a sense of sourness that couldn't be vented in the calm and gentle atmosphere. Even Will is no exception.
Originally, Jonathan wanted to ask Will what was his mental activity at the time? Did Lan Li's performance meet expectations? But now, Will's actions are the best answer. There is no need to ask questions at all. Jonathan can feel the fluctuations in his heart from Will's mixed look.
As a result, Jonathan retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Lan Li, cleared his throat, and said, "Let’s change another angle and shoot again." This is equivalent to saying that he passed the one shot just now. .
"Wait." However, Lan Li uttered aloud to prevent the crew from taking the next action, which made everyone's eyes fall on Lan Li one after another.
Lan Li was sitting in the chair, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.
In the short scene just now, the emotions were too turbulent, and he almost couldn't breathe. The realism that broke time and space was so real that everything was out of control.
He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was Chu Jiashu.
The nightmare struck once again, and the long ten years were still like toxins, deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, and never disappeared. Without freedom, no hope, no sunshine, or even darkness, no despair, no sorrow, he didn't even have the courage to sever himself. Poor, pathetic, but also ridiculous.
Even if Jonathan interrupted the shooting and interrupted his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the coldness deep into his bones. He kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, and he had got rid of the entanglement of nightmare, but his muscles It was still terribly stiff, and almost lost the feeling.
Finally, the fingers moved lightly, which made him exhale a long sigh. The real sense of reality warmed the blood again, and he felt his limbs again.
"Can I look back at the performance just now?" Lan Li's voice was a little hoarse and a little deep. It sounded very calm, but there were too many emotions hidden, making it impossible to distinguish.
Jonathan looked at Seth. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this requirement-for comedy, they would not dig out the details of the performance, but rather control the rhythm of the performance. Therefore, if the rhythm of the live experience is correct, there is no problem. Jonathan rarely watches the replay.
After getting an affirmative answer from Seth, Jonathan shrugged and affirmed, "Why not?"
Lan Li didn't stand up immediately. He seemed to be adapting to his body. This familiar and unfamiliar feeling was like breathing again after drowning. He had to breathe spontaneously, as if he had forgotten how to breathe through his nose.
It took a while ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li stood up, and the slightly warmed blood was flowing in his limbs, but still did not completely relieve the stiffness of the muscles, which made his movements a bit awkward, like a robot.
Under the incomprehensible eyes of Jonathan, Seth and others, Lan Li walked to the back of the monitor, and then began to watch the replay of the performance just now.
In fact, this performance is not long, from beginning to end, it is only 70 seconds. Moreover, this is not a long shot in the end. Jonathan arranged four cameras to capture images with different angles and different depths of field, and then Add close-up and close-up shots to complete the entire seventy-second plot.
The replay ended soon.
Jonathan couldn't help but raised his eyebrows again, even if he watched it again, he still felt extremely shocked. The exquisite performance that goes deep into the bones of the bone, has a powerful ability to explain, does not need too much interpretation, the story plot is already in front of you, this performance skill is indeed impressive.
Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Lanly also interspersed some small humor in the performance, such as, "Did you speak English just now?" In fact, lines like this often appear in comedies to mock each other. Speaking too professionally, it is sometimes used to laugh at the otaku who likes superhero comics; another example is that self-deprecating smile and dumbfounded eyes, such small details are really awesome!
Jonathan really liked the performance just now. The style was a little dramatic, but it was just right.
"No, I don't like it." However, Lan Li's words came in his ear, and Jonathan's smile couldn't help stiffening. He frowned and looked at Lan Li in amazement, "What?"
Jonathan thought he was hearing a hallucination.
Unexpectedly, Lan Li shook his head again and said categorically, "This performance is too bad."
A life-saving straw.The doctor in front of you is the only life-saving straw. He knows that the doctor is a liar, and everything will be fine if he deceived him, and he can still be expected to deceive him in the future. It is not as serious as deceiving him, but...what if?In case.The desire for survival began to burn in the bottom of my eyes, calmly, but hidden turbulent dark tide, "But I will get better."He heard his own voice and tried to stay calm, but there was a trembling that couldn't be suppressed, although he himself didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't understand what situation he was facing. Since he is in the hospital, the only way to get out of the trouble is: Get well, is that right?Andrew had to raise his head, and then he saw the dumb eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, but could not see the slightest light. He searched hard, but couldn't capture any breath of life, that kind of magnificent nothingness, terribly hollow, as if... as if he was strangling the soul with his own hands.This caused his words to choke, whirled on the tip of his tongue, and Yu Xin could not bear to avoid his sight again, but out of his sight, he could see the fragile shoulders, the tight muscles, and the confusion bursting out from all over his body. Surprised, at a loss, and angry, silent, but through the clouds and cracked rocks.He is sentenced to death for a man."Right?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again. His voice was very calm, or even too calm, like a glacier beneath the ground, not even a slight breeze, and that gentle voice was so light. It seems to be broken at the touch of a touch, even a little bit of force is unbearable.Andrew's heart couldn't help but shrink, as if the rope of hope was held in his palm. As long as a slight force was applied, the rope would cut directly, and then watched him fall into the endless darkness. This made Andrew's words involuntarily stuck in his throat, as if swallowing a large mouthful of sand, so jerky and painful.He avoided his sight and pretended to write something in the report, only to find that this action was meaningless. He could only raise his hands uncomfortably, "If you want to find someone to talk to... Our hospital has some excellent ones. Social workers and psychology experts, they are experts in psychological counseling and can provide some help."The doctor avoided his sight again, the doctor avoided the topic again, and the doctor avoided contact again.He finally understood, that's how it was. As a result, the shoulders rallied again, but they failed. Sitting on the spot with a blank face, the brain stopped the movement, the blood stopped flowing, and even the breathing stopped fluctuating.Time, at this moment, stopped like this, as if a colorful butterfly stopped on the tip of your finger, then time pulled the color away bit by bit, and finally the painting was black and white, heartbreaking."card!"Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set, and his throat was so hard that he almost coughed. He stood up and wanted to say something, but the bitterness of his mouth made no sound at all. He had to open his mouth and breathe, the depression and despair of breathlessness filled the whole set.It's not sad or painful. He doesn't want to cry at all, but it's just dull, so dull that makes people panic, and so dull that it makes people want to escape, just wants to turn around and leave here, breathe a little fresh air, just like with his own eyes. I have witnessed the color world degenerate into a black and white space, beating my chest, covering my nose and mouth, making sound suffocated, unable to move, but my chest is scorching hot.I want to do something, but I don't know what to do.Until this moment, Jonathan really felt: what is called cancer.When standing from the standpoint of the bystander, people always have the illusion that it is just something, so why bother to make a fuss:It was just a swear word, and there was no knife or gun; it was just a text message, and there was no personal injury; it was just a failure, not the end of the world; it was just cancer, not death on the spot.Because this happened to other people, I still didn't feel the same, I always guessed the feelings of others with my own thoughts, and then felt, "It's not a big deal, if I encountered it, it would definitely not be like this." Therefore, people like to stand on the commanding heights, speak condescendingly, and show mercy and criticism.The same is true for cancer.Everyone knows that cancer is terrible, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer an incurable disease. When you learn that other people have cancer, you will feel very heavy and sad, but after all Can't feel the pain of skin-cutting. Even the closest friend, the closest lover, and the dearest relatives are no exception.Because that is not true.But just now, at this moment, Jonathan felt the shock of "cancer" so truly.That is cancer, cancer that can destroy a person's life. Even though there are relatively effective control drugs now, even if a small number of people are cured now, it is still cancer, which represents the cancer of the death sickle. The real touch makes the blood become cold and cold, as if the whole world can be clearly seen falling apart.Even Jonathan, who is standing behind the monitor, can't bear it, let alone Andrew, who plays the role of the opponent?Jonathan turned around, and then saw that everyone in the crew turned aside their eyes and pretended to look at other places. There was a sense of sourness that couldn't be vented in the calm and gentle atmosphere. Even Will is no exception.Originally, Jonathan wanted to ask Will what was his mental activity at the time? Did Lan Li's performance meet expectations? But now, Will's actions are the best answer. There is no need to ask questions at all. Jonathan can feel the fluctuations in his heart from Will's mixed look.As a result, Jonathan retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Lan Li, cleared his throat, and said, "Let's change another angle and shoot again." This is equivalent to saying that he passed the one shot just now. ."Wait." However, Lan Li uttered aloud to prevent the crew from taking the next action, which made everyone's eyes fall on Lan Li one after another.Lan Li was sitting in the chair, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.In the short scene just now, the emotions were too turbulent, and he almost couldn't breathe. The realism that broke time and space was so real that everything was out of control.He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was Chu Jiashu.The nightmare struck once again, and the long ten years were still like toxins, deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, and never disappeared. Without freedom, no hope, no sunshine, or even darkness, no despair, no sorrow, he didn't even have the courage to sever himself. Poor, pathetic, but also ridiculous.Even if Jonathan interrupted the shooting and interrupted his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the coldness deep into his bones. He kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, and he had got rid of the entanglement of nightmare, but his muscles It was still terribly stiff, and almost lost the feeling.Finally, the fingers moved lightly, which made him exhale a long sigh. The real sense of reality warmed the blood again, and he felt his limbs again."Can I look back at the performance just now?" Lan Li's voice was a little hoarse and a little deep. It sounded very calm, but there were too many emotions hidden, making it impossible to distinguish.Jonathan looked at Seth. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this requirement-for comedy, they would not dig out the details of the performance, but rather control the rhythm of the performance. Therefore, if the rhythm of the live experience is correct, there is no problem. Jonathan rarely watches the replay.After getting an affirmative answer from Seth, Jonathan shrugged and affirmed, "Why not?"Lan Li didn't stand up immediately. He seemed to be adapting to his body. This familiar and unfamiliar feeling was like breathing again after drowning. He had to breathe spontaneously, as if he had forgotten how to breathe through his nose.It took a while ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li stood up, and the slightly warmed blood was flowing in his limbs, but still did not completely relieve the stiffness of the muscles, which made his movements a bit awkward, like a robot.Under the incomprehensible eyes of Jonathan, Seth and others, Lan Li walked to the back of the monitor, and then began to watch the replay of the performance just now.In fact, this performance is not long, from beginning to end, it is only 70 seconds. Moreover, this is not a long shot in the end. Jonathan arranged four cameras to capture images with different angles and different depths of field, and then Add close-up and close-up shots to complete the entire seventy-second plot.The replay ended soon.Jonathan couldn't help but raised his eyebrows again, even if he watched it again, he still felt extremely shocked. The exquisite performance that goes deep into the bones of the bone, has a powerful ability to explain, does not need too much interpretation, the story plot is already in front of you, this performance skill is indeed impressive.Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Lanly also interspersed some small humor in the performance, such as, "Did you speak English just now?" In fact, lines like this often appear in comedies to mock each other. Speaking too professionally, it is sometimes used to laugh at the otaku who likes superhero comics; another example is that self-deprecating smile and dumbfounded eyes, such small details are really awesome!Jonathan really liked the performance just now. The style was a little dramatic, but it was just right."No, I don't like it." However, Lan Li's words came in his ear, and Jonathan's smile couldn't help stiffening. He frowned and looked at Lan Li in amazement, "What?"Jonathan thought he was hearing a hallucination.Unexpectedly, Lan Li shook his head again and said categorically, "This performance is too bad."
